~Troye's POV~
"Hello, my name is Melanie and I'll be your first therapist today. I know most of you know me, but I'm seeing some new faces in the crowd! I'd like for us all to go around, say our names, how we are on a scale of one to ten and one thing we can do." Oh god, I'm a new face. I'm going to have to speak a lot. Fuck, I hate this whole group thing already. I'm sitting next to Meyer, and he's just as scared as I am. There are three other boys in here, Twitch, and the brothers with PTSD, but there's four girls in here. One girl has large cuts all along her skinny arms, and a wide smile on her face. One has a face full of acne, and hides her face with her long black hair. One is curled up in a ball, with pale skin and sapphire blue eyes and glasses, she's doodling on a sketch pad. Her clothing is all to big, and she looks devoured in it. She interests me, she seems like a potential friend, or acquaintance. Then the last girl is sitting in the corner, staring off into space.
"Alright, we'll start off with Bridget" Melanie says with a light smile. I hear the girl that intrigues me swear under her breath, and I can't help but smile.
"Hi, I'm Bridget. I'm feeling about a six today, I mean, the girls side is just so dramatic and I kinda hate it, but I'm chill. And I really like to draw, and I'd say I'm pretty good at pouring all my emotions into my art." She smiles in my direction, and I lightly smile back.
"H-hi I-I'm Carson and I'm f-f-feeling like a four t-t-today" he stammers, clawing his arm to the point of blood.
"Carson, stop with the self mutilation" she says sternly, and he just rolls his eyes at her.
"I-I'm g-g-good at playing t-tennis."
"Hi, I'm Sadie, and I'm feeling like a seven today. I'm a good listener to the voices inside my head" the brunette girl in the corner says, continuing to stare about.
"I'm Micah, I'm a two, and I'm good at fucking things up."
"Language!" Melanie gawks, looking at Micah.
"I'm James, I'm also a two, and I'm good at the same thing."
"I'm Rory, I'm a three, and I'm good at faking a smile on days I really feel awful" the girl with the hair in her face says, making sure her hair covers at least half of her face.
"I'm Ellie, I'm a four, and I'm good at cheering people up when I'm dying inside" she smiles, waving at me. I nervously wave back, looking at Meyer.
"I'm M-Meyer" he stammers "I'm a s-seven, and I'm good at, um, listening to my friends."
"Hello, I'm Troye with an e, I'm a seven, and I'm pretty good at singing if I do say so myself." Ellie and Bridget give a light smile and wave to me, and I retaliate warmly.
"So, today, we're going to talk about worry. Now what is worry?" Melanie questions, waltzing around the room, her heels clicking loudly.
"It's a fear" Sadie says "no it's not, yes it is!"
"Okay, I'll take it" Melanie says slowly "anyone else?" No one else dares to breathe in Melanie's direction, which I think is kind of funny.
"Okay, most of the time, it is a fear of something we can't control. In example, something other people think, a family situation. Everyone worries. But you all are in here because you worried too much, most likely" Melanie says, making eye contact with Rory.
